Some people call me crazy.
I prefer the term, happy with a twist.
Moist definietly. It just doesn't help much WV: Poetive.
That's a spectacular blowout. I think it might be handy knowing you're half an inch away from a meltdown because it gives you a chance to step back, take a few calming breaths...of course if the meltdown would work to your advantage it might be better to let it rip.
Pretty spectacular! You don't have luxury of time nor space for a mental breakdown.
(OK forget that, let's play it again Sam)... as opposed to moi who was half an inch away from being a complete legend. (The miniscule John Holmes excepted and accepted.)
Yes. Unfortunately, however, I have found that one can remain there indefinitely.
It was just that yesterday, she said exactly the same thing, same day last year and that set me off last year and this year.It's Groundhog Day but it isn't getting any better.River, it just makes me want to kick something but Sedgwick lives too far away.Andrew, there's not much mental left to break. And she plays the forgetfulness game so she can deny everything. And she's been lying to the relo's again.On the piss again, Sedgers? I see the nag took another step towards the PAL factory. And to me, you are a legend so why don't you call in so I can kick you.Thanks Nails, just what I need, confirmation that I'm in a permanent holding pattern. The even horizon of the black hole called mother.
oh gwawn, have the damn eruption and dont waste it - make sure you pick your time and place for maximum effect.It will be cathartic for all.When the dust has settled, you can blame it on the ridiculous weather changes.good luck.
truer words could not have been spoken...well done
I can't do it. *shakes fist* Damn this bloody empathy I'm saddled with.Hello DisturbedStranger, you've come to the right blog, we're all a little disturbed around here. Nuts is Normal is our motto.
I disturbed lots of strangers in my Peeping Tom days.
Robbert, did you just peep or did you go in for a bit of snowdropping? I've heard tales of secondhand clothes stalls at markets.
Well if the show wasn't much good I'd raid the clothes lines -just out of revenge. ha ha. A damning critique.
Ah, so you've been to my place then!
"This was also me, yesterday."Jesus...what had you been eating?
Must have been the week for explosions, J.You, me, thunderstorms and crap in general.
Don't be coy, I hate that in a woman. Of course I've been to your place, but you were slender then, only 90 kilos.
Fleetwood, I blew my top not my harse! Not since I swore off baked beans, those weapons of mess destructive.Jayne, that was some thunderstorm and I swear one streak of lightning and thunder had no interval, right over the house.90kgs! I must stop waving my leg out the window to attract passing sailors.
Sorry. Remember: she will die...eventually...Does that help?
Nup, everybody says it will end sometime but she seems to sail on forever. Nails, the woman survived Pneumonia and pancreatitis in the one go. The doctors gave her hours to live and that was five years ago.
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